i am

I need to lie down
prostrate the words and my ear
the ground the plane
I was measured and deemed upon
if your name can Be
now as always
withstanding modifiers
mine can match in
only response: I need to lie down
entirely spent
of effort, of claim
to the ground I bend
to the earth you lay
I ask and wait
this i am
this i am


jan 29, 2011

Little Said

There's little to be said for winter
its winsome snow darkening away
as I long for it deeper,
its crowding in to share little
but taken breath taken signs of life,
its paring down to delicacies
hard cast ornament and hard won affections,
its difficult way of defining
only this only that
until there is only
this before me
all else apart,
My water in color dreams don't hold
fast in the ear
of this reticent rock.


jan 29, 2011

Posture

Is it coincidence
that an eye socket should fit into a knee?
Who ever heard of a self-conscious eye socket
but the one fitted there now
feels startled in its self shape.
It couldn't, never would, have known
itself as an indentation
without the supplemental bone,
the convex knee, to match it.
My eye socket should like to know more
it will go about fitting itself
to other protrusions to see.

jan 27, 2011

The Subtle Work of Eyebrows

There's hardly anything prettier than wet eyebrows
They do all the subtle work of a mouth
The curl of an L
The lift of two oo's
the land of the k
The two hover over At
and nestle under Me
Until the mouth
is a noise we no longer need.

jan 27, 2011

People's Ages

It is important to know people's ages
How else will I know when I will inherit your eyes
With the creases that frame
but don't cage them
and show up other places
like your smile.

jan 27, 2011

My Own Volition

of my own volition
whispered whiskey in the kitchen
I drank it in
I breathed it out
but under one condition that
a tree caught in a kite
is still a form of life
and wrestling with
or resting in
it doesn't covet flight.

jan 27, 2011

No Mother Arms

We have no mother arms
even if we found them powerless
long ago, they were for pretending
and now
they're not and we cannot even imagine
side by side with plenty of space in between
our arms hold nothing
not wanting to disappoint in the end.
Is all our honesty just this
helpless distance
the inability to hold one another
with a power that may or may not be ours.

Jan 16, 2011

Over and Over My Shoulder

Over and over my shoulder
your puns and all knowledge of the world
go over
over and over my head
Your looks and seems and all rules
I find only looking over
over and over my shoulder
The chills of breaks in faith
I find all over
over and over my arms
Let's let sentence silence and all say
go, it'll go
over and over our shoulders.

jan 6, 2011

Manners

The shingles the shutters
and the floorboards hover
the chimney rocks and mantle lumber
the coffee table and couches rub together darker
where our heads go
where our heads land
when they roll when they drop
they head there
to that house in all manners
it is a house of trying to be
and was when it didn't imagine it.

jan 6, 2011

Mad One

Is everyone a mad one
repeating it to mutters
wringing and refolding lines
repeating it to millions
to you, yourself, you, yourself
yes, you, what you already know
reconsidering, remembering, reciting
"it's truer than that it's truer than this
listen to me, I'm your mother
I'm your you"
Is everyone used to this stutter?

jan 6, 2011

My, my

My, you use big signs
you close big eyes
but then we're not
looking and my, how
you shift them
under (as if) under cover
from one of us on and on
but my, it's easy to see here
flashing whites flashing blacks
what are you looking at
gently, what do you see
shifting my way shifting back.

jan 6, 2011

Alto

the hawks
the eddy arrows of flocks
the south
the road south
an alto
just like an alto
pulling down a thin melody
and gives it back
buoying it up
from its own undertow.

Dec 23, 2010